I'm afraid that my own self-judgement failed.
 I've faced a fake court of illusive queens of lies.
 Not able to understand what was hidden behind me.
 Not able to express what was inside me.
 
 I remembered these tears.
 Permanent Acid Pain.
 Broken pieces of glass dormant in my corpse.
 Pushing me to evolve by weakness.
 Reaching that limit of unconscious.
 My Eyes cannot be closed.
 
 I faced what I wanted to consider as purity.
 I felt regrets when I touched her hand.
 I was hurtled when I kissed her lips.
 I thought I felt sadness.
 But it was disgust, only.
 
 I wanted to swallow what I was not able to vomit.
 I wanted to fly away and return to that embryonic foetus state.
 Something has to live again. Death do not give life.
 A creature without that repugnent capacity of procreation.
 Sumptuous Endrogyna.
 
 Unemotional unborn nature.
 Liquid crystal shining through eyes.
 I walked without leaving traces on the sand.
 I wish I could breath like those humans I refused to hurt.
 But they refuse to share what they have in abundance.